{These characters are not property of me. I would never attempt to claim them as my own. This story may not be used without my permission, and may not be used to make money in any way, shape or form. Characters and certain situations were created by Rumiko Takahashi, so don't try any funny stuff!}
He reclined in his chair and put his sandaled feet up on his desk. Being a high school principal really was the life. No one talked back, everyone did exactly what you said, private office to decorate in any way, let the vice principal do all the work...
He closed his eyes and listened to the gentle waves. Now if there was only some sun it would be his home away from home (which was Hawaii, of course). A tropical bird squawked noisily in a palm tree to his right. A monkey threw some papers on the sandy floor.
He counted himself lucky to have that little Miss Hinako around to do most of the disciplining. Dealing with the students cut way too much into his free time. He picked up a large drink, with three umbrellas in it, without opening his eyes and took a sip.
Hmm... He would have to scold the secretary for putting too much pineapple juice in it. Her hair was getting a tad lengthy in the back anyway. In fact, maybe it was time to see how the students' hair was fairing. They needed a little scare every so often to get them to shape up. And their hair... Just awful.
He shook his head. Didn't they know that long hair ruined the aerodynamics of the human body? Then again, he wasn't sure how aerodynamics affected a person on a surfboard. Maybe he would have to look into starting a program for that.
Of course, they would all think he was crazy for something so frivolous, but it just didn't pay to be serious all the time. All one had to do was look at his son. God damn, Tatchi never lightened up. Where had he gone wrong in his parenting?
But there was a fine line between being fun-loving and being a delinquent. That Saotome boy was too far out of line. Even Hinako was having trouble with him.. her. Oh, that curse stuff was too taxing on the brain to think about. The boy was good, too. The boy had managed to evade every attempt at clipping that scraggly pig-tail, and he had met every challenge...
He removed his feet from the desk. That boy was still a problem, and Tatchi caused his own share of problems, but at least Kotchi was in that girls' school. She might just be more than old Furinkan could handle.
He opened his eyes and looked at the calendar on the wall, a picture of a beautiful Hawaiian sunset on it. Was it really almost time for graduation? Every year, it was the one thing that got to him. All the departing graduates, with their complimentary hair cuts, and all the incoming students, with their complimentary haircuts.
Even Tatchi would be graduating, too bad he never seemed to get any smarter. All he ever did was chase after that Tendo girl and that boy. And all that poetry... Where HAD he gone wrong? Maybe he should have hauled him off to Hawaii just once, let him learn THE lifestyle. Tatchi was his favorite son after all; it almost brought a tear to his eye. Or maybe that was just sand.
He picked up the little microphone and hit the switch.
"ALOHA STUDENTS!" He could almost hear the groan throughout the school.